Ghostcat shenanigans

[technicallyhellbound]

It had been a few weeks since they'd started this arrangement, and so far the Cat had, in fact, been a surprising amount of help. Enough so that Charles had stopped being mostly on-guard while in his presence and had even taken the 'puppy' nickname in stride, though he still hadn't really looked too deeply at why it didn't bother him as much as it probably should.

That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.

It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.

It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.

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[technicallyhellbound]

That near-theatrical disappointment did get a quiet, amused little snort in response. Not a full laugh, but definitely as close as Edwin was likely to get at this stage of the proceedings, "And now that you've said it you won't be able to use it later, because now I know you were going to." A second missed opportunity and of course Edwin was going to point it out.

For the moment, however, he nodded, "Right, if I've still got a few more minutes I might as well give it a go." He considered, just briefly, having already determined that it was -more than likely- a feature of, or near, the caves, "Is the location of natural or of supernatural importance?" He would ask those questions separately if needed, but the cat had been generous with his answers so far, he figured it was worth a shot to ask both at once.

Sure, it might just be some interestingly-shaped rocks, but it might also be some kind of ley line configuration, or an actual gnome village, though he doubted that one, not unless the gnomes in question had gotten incredibly lost sometime previously.

[catting]

The snort should have easily been enough to make him annoyed — one of the greatest and easiest insults that can be paid to Cat King is to hear laughter directed at them, and this Cat is especially sensitive to it — but Edwin's laughter doesn't feel mean spirited despite his told-you-so tone and almost smugness. It actually lights a bit of a fire in the Cat, inspiring him to find something else to say in place of the offending euphemism, or else to find some other way to make Edwin laugh. Perhaps even properly next time.

"Mmm," He says with a little thoughtful squint of his eyes, like a Cat determining if the scent in the air is one they like.

"It's... a natural location of supernatural importance," He answers finally, because no-one ever said he had to be completely transparent with his answers. But then, because he basically gave Edwin nothing with that response, he adds: "And I'll need your help with something when we get there."

[technicallyhellbound]

That was still enough of an answer to catch Edwin's attention if nothing else, brow arching "I see. If I'd known I was going to be doing manual labor I'd have worn better gloves." As if he couldn't change them with a moment's concentration, as if he actually needed to do anything of the sort.

The tone was still amused as anything, or at least as amused as he got in public, "But regardless, consider my curiosity piqued." He had been curious from the drop, really, because the Cat's choice of outing would -in one way or another- give Edwin some more insight into how the shapeshifter operated, and that was definitely of interest to him.